There’s a brief moment when you wake where you have no memories. A blissful blank slate. A happy emptiness. But it doesn’t last long. You remember exactly where you were and what you were trying to forget. A totally painful, gut-wrecnching break up. And the worst part, you have no one to be angry at but yourself.
“I was driving around, just thinking.. and I realized you were the person I really wanted to see. I knew I could talk to you and you’d get it.”
“I think that’s the sweetest thing anyone’s ever said to me.”
I know this could all go wrong, clearly there are no guarantees. But I don’t care.
